Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

At this moment, Xu Yehua opened the door and walked in: "Professor Zhu?"

Zhu Zhengqing then remembered the business: "By the way, in order to celebrate winning the lawsuit, the people in our project team decided to go out to have a dinner together and go to the seafood buffet on Nanmen Street. Professor Meng, you helped us so much. , We just want to invite you to go with us to show our gratitude."

Meng Zezhi subconsciously refused: "You are polite, it's just a matter of effort..."

Xu Yehua quickly said: "For Professor Meng, it may be just a matter of effort, but for us, it is no less than saving our entire project team. Professor Meng is just going to relax. Anyway, staying in the laboratory all day is bored. ,What do you think?"

When it comes to this, Meng Zezhi glanced at Zhu Zhengqing and nodded: "Then, it's better to be respectful."

Zhu Zhengqing's mood couldn't help but jump for two points. He said: "If this is the case, let's set off now. After a while, the rush hour will be off and traffic jams will be easy."

"Okay." Meng Zezhi replied: "Then I will clean up the laboratory first."

"Ok."

The laboratory equipment and medicines were arranged in order, the door of the laboratory was locked, and the group of three people went directly to the elevator. Xu Yehua was on the left, Meng Zezhi was on the right, and Zhu Zhengqing was in the center.

On the fourth floor, the elevator door opened, facing a group of decorators holding tools, the other side smiled politely, and then squeezed in, Zhu Zhengqing backed away with the crowd.

When the elevator door was closed, the mobile phone of the person in front accidentally fell to the ground, and the person bent over to pick it up subconsciously. It was probably because of the slender body that he could not touch Zhu Zhengqing’s butt. On the thigh.

Zhu Zhengqing couldn't stand still, fell backward, and was hitting a wall of flesh.

"Sorry, sorry..." The man picked up the phone, reacted, and apologized.

"It's okay." Zhu Zhengqing slowed over, stood firm, and turned around to face a familiar face.

Vaguely, he smelled a familiar smell of medicine.

Meng Zezhi's voice came from his ear: "It's okay."

Regardless of the other things, Zhu Zhengqing's mood became more and more complicated. He spoke and squeezed out two words: "It's okay."

Then slowly turned back.

Meng Zezhi's eyes drooped, rubbing his fingers, thinking casually, this waist is really thin.

Wordless all the way, when he got there, the big guys had already arrived.

Since it’s a celebration banquet, the place set must be no different. This seafood buffet is considered a relatively high-end restaurant. Group purchases of 480 people, crabs, geoduck, golden shells, Argentine red prawns, and sashimi are also on-site. It's made, and it looks pretty good.

The group directly asked for a private room. Considering that they were taking medicine, Meng Zezhi didn't touch any raw or cold food. They only needed some crab legs, char-grilled oysters, and apple juice for drinks.

As for other people's drinks, it is naturally white wine.

"Come here, let's first wish the professor a drink. I wish the professor stay abroad, I am afraid I haven't drunk the white bar much."

Zhu Zhengqing's eyes were dim, as if he had made up his mind. He did not hesitate to pick up a glass wine glass the size of winter jujube, and drank it with his head up. The spicy wine flowed up his head along the throat, irritating his eyes. Brought a little moisture.

"Okay." After several months of depression, it was a rare excitement, and everyone roared: "One more cup."

After five or six cups of wine, Zhu Zhengqing's face rose with a faint blush, and the whole person was drunk.

Meng Zezhi looked in his eyes and wanted to dissuade him, but he couldn't speak.

He doesn't have that position.

After a round of drinking, the man in glasses took two mouthfuls of seafood porridge and barely suppressed his drunkenness. Then he got up from his seat, picked up his glass, and walked towards Meng Zezhi: "Professor Meng—"

Meng Zezhi stood up immediately.

"Professor Meng, I'm really sorry. I was the one who misunderstood you before in the laboratory. Please don't take it seriously."

He was talking about falsely accusing Meng Zezhi of stealing their research results in front of the big guy when he was in the laboratory.

Meng Zezhi didn't feel angry. Longyou was caught in a shrimp scene in the shallow water, and a phoenix with feathers was worse than a chicken.

It's just human nature.

What's more, he still has to stay in the laboratory. At the moment so many people are watching, the man with glasses gave him down the steps, he dare not to be ignored.

Therefore, he can only say politely: "These are all gone, but fortunately, the matter has been satisfactorily resolved, isn't it."

"I'm ashamed..." The man with glasses apologized: "In this way, if I fined three drinks, it would be an apologize to Professor Meng."

As he said, he raised his glass to his mouth and drank it all in one fell swoop.

After three glasses of wine, the man in glasses panted roughly, and said, "I would offer Professor Meng a glass. If it weren't for you, how could we sit here and celebrate the feast happily now."

"We also offer Professor Meng a glass." Hearing these words, everyone responded in response.

"Everyone is polite." Meng Zezhi picked up the apple juice on the table and said, "It's just that I'm in poor health recently, and the doctor told me not to drink..."

"Professor Meng is fine." Everyone didn't mind.

After another glass of wine, the man with glasses continued to wander among the people. Meng Zezhi only had one mind to solve the things in his bowl. Compared with the lively atmosphere around him, it seemed a little out of place.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Zhengqing couldn't help but drank two more glasses.

It was more than nine o'clock when I came out of the restaurant.

Xu Yehua and others took out their mobile phones one after another, or asked them to drive on their behalf, or called family members to pick them up.

Meng Zezhi reached out from the hand of the man in the glasses to help Zhu Zhengqing, who was bewildered, stepped on soft steps, and plunged directly into his arms.

Meng Zezhi held the person in his arms, raised his head and said to Xu Yehua and the others: "You go first, I will send Professor Zhu back in a while."

Xu Yehua and the others did not suspect him, and said, "Then trouble Professor Meng."

When the crowd dissipated, Meng Zezhi helped the people onto the benches by the fountain, and then the passers-by helped buy a bottle of water.

"Drink water." He unscrewed the bottle cap and handed the water to Zhu Zhengqing's mouth.

Zhu Zhengqing opened his wistful eyes, opened his mouth and took a few sips, reluctant to do so.

Meng Zezhi could only put down the water, rubbed his temples for him, and said, "Why can't you drink so much and why?"

Zhu Zhengqing curled his lips, and said angrily: "I'm not drunk, how can I have a showdown with you."

Meng Zezhi's movements were stagnant, and Zhu Zhengqing grabbed his tie. He stared at his watery eyes and said in a vicious voice, "You said, why don't you like me?"

Meng Zezhi's heartbeat accelerated by his stare, and said softly: "You are fine, but..."

Zhu Zhengqing's eyes were red, and the lips aimed at Meng Zezhi were about to be printed.

Meng Zezhi generally raised his head with conditioned reflex. Although the saliva of AIDS patients will not spread AIDS when the mucous membranes in the oral cavity of the two are intact, it is better to be careful in everything there is a case.

Then Zhu Zhengqing bit on Meng Zezhi's Adam's apple: "Don't be a good person!"

Meng Zezhi sighed: "I also have difficulties."

He was most afraid that Zhu Zhengqing would avoid him after he knew that he had AIDS. He originally planned to wait for him to recover before considering whether to stay with Zhu Zhengqing.

Now it seems, alas!

"Can you have any difficulties, or do you still think about your ex-wife?" Zhu Zhengqing felt more and more wronged. Why is it just a divorced old man and why he doesn't like him.

"No." Meng Zezhi sank, and finally decided to confess: "You forgot, I told you, I'm sick."

Zhu Zhengqing let go of her mouth and looked up at him.

Meng Zezhi was beating a drum in his heart. He knew that he was playing with fire, and if he didn't say anything, he would burn himself completely.

But under Zhu Zhengqing's gaze, he reached out and unbuttoned the two top buttons of his shirt, revealing a small rash on his chest.

"Do you know what this is?"

Zhu Zhengqing blinked and said hesitantly, "Isn't it herpes?"

Between the light of calcium carbide and fire, he recalled the familiar smell he had smelled from Meng Zezhi in the elevator before. It was Ritonavir, which was used to treat AIDS.

He said incredulously: "Do you have AIDS?"

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi looked at him tightly, his throat was dry: "Now, do you still want to be with me?"

Zhu Zhengqing was blinded for a moment, and his heart was half happy and half sad.

Happily, from Meng Zezhi's reaction, it can be seen that the other party didn't feel insensitive to him. This was enough to make him cheer, but at this time Meng Zezhi knew that he had an incurable disease.

Did his first love die before it even started?

Zhu Zhengqing was faltering, but fortunately Meng Zezhi helped him in time.

No, he is not reconciled.

Isn't it AIDS?

He gritted his teeth: "What's wrong with AIDS? It's not illegal to get AIDS. Besides, as long as the treatment is done properly, AIDS patients can still live to 70 or 80 years old. Don't worry, I have money and we can treat it slowly."

Otherwise, Zhu Zhengqing felt more uncomfortable the more he thought about it.

It's a pity that the old man's hair on his arm is gone!

Hearing this, after the trance passed, Meng Zezhi's heartbeat was thunderous, and he knew that he was completely planted.

Germany, Rhine-Ruhr.

Sending away the noisy old friend, Fortins asked his wife Mary to help him pour a cup of coffee, and he went back to the computer.

Fortins, who just turned 64 this year, is the dean of the Department of Mathematics and Natural Sciences at the University of Wuppertal. He is mainly engaged in the research of number theory. His greatest achievement is to use algebraic geometry to prove the Model Conjecture in number theory. , And therefore won the Fields Medal in 1986.

Fortins originally intended to send out the paper he had just completed two days ago, but he didn't want to open the mailbox and the system would prompt him to receive a new email.

The email is from the Annals of Mathematics.

He remembered that James, the editor-in-chief of the Annals of Mathematics, called him the day before yesterday, saying that he was asking him to help review a paper. He was in a hurry at the time and did not ask much, so he agreed.

I almost forgot about it.

He clicked on the email, downloaded the attachment, opened it, and then was stunned.

"Four methods to prove Goldbach's conjecture"?

He squinted his eyes and continued to look down.

Mary came out with a cup of coffee and placed it on Fortins' right hand. She said enthusiastically, "Fortins, Mrs. John just called and asked us to ski in the Alps..."

"I'm afraid I don't have time." Fortings interrupted Mary unconsciously.

"Aren't you on vacation tomorrow?" Mary questioned.

"Someone solved Goldbach's conjecture." Fortins tried not to make his voice tremble too much.

"Goldbach's conjecture?" Mary looked surprised. Although she was not engaged in academic research, she knew more or less about her husband's work.

"What method did he use to prove it, the circle method? The sieve method? Algebraic geometry?"

Fortins shook his head.

Mary was even more surprised: "Did he create a new method?"

Fortins shook his head again, his eyes never leaving the computer screen.

Mary was a little bit dissatisfied with Fortings's fiction.

Fortins took a deep breath and said in an incredibly unbelievable tone: "No, I mean, he used four methods."

The author has something to say: Zhu Zhengqing: My focus has never been missed.